Everyday Canvas

With her fear rising
to *desperate *degrees
the cat jumps on my lap
with a plea, "Meow, meow
pyrotechnics are getting to me"

thus, with steady nerves and no mistake
I *determine a path of peace
we both *deserve, but ouch!
*anxiety and meows overtake
the *designs of fate, for a while

so I pray to heavens not to be late
to let fireworks end, and though
I'm bold, lo and behold, about eleven
the chaos settles, and we're okay, and
now it is us, woman and cat at play